The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: SAVIOR

XADEN’S POV

Xaden had spent the entire day going through assessments of the men in the pack, mainly because he had been away.

He pushed his head into the chair and frowned.

Some rogue packs were beginning to be more and more endearing.

He had to get rid of them. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

His quest for power wasn’t over yet.

His killing of Bale one day was just passive.

It was going to happen one day, and he would be the most feared Alpha the world had ever seen.

That was his decision.

There was also the family of Dean, who was Jasmine’s betrothed, who had beheaded him.

He had to handle them too.

He had killed their son in battle and not only beheaded him but cut off his dick too.

He knew that they held anger towards him.

They wanted revenge, but it was the way of things.

Dean had been unlucky to come in between them.

He knew that the alliance between Dean and Jasmine was to further strengthen their bond, as every other marriage amongst powerful packs was.

He knew they would attack one day, probably, and when they did, he would be ready.

He had an entire year to prepare for his attack on the moonlight pack again.

When it happened, he would be prepared, and then after that, he would get rid of Jasmine.

He hated her, as was expected.

But then, with the story that she had given him—that she had been kidnapped by another pack who had inflicted wounds on her—he felt differently.

This was now the second time she was being taken from her pack because of her father’s sins.

He gritted his teeth when he remembered how he had heard Bale rape his mother while he had remained locked in the closet.

What it had done to him when he had been told his father was dead.

Everyone in his entire pack was gone.

Because the man they had trusted had betrayed them.

His little sister.

He flung the vase that was on his desk, and it shattered on the wall.

Then he heard the voices in his head.

The whispers.

He started to stagger and try to breathe.

What had happened to him?

The consequences of being alive still haunted him.

His wolf howled, and his head shook.

He could feel his insides breaking, and he could feel himself begin to turn.

His rage knew no bounds.

He fell to the floor and then crawled up to where he had kept his special box.

His body was already transforming; his teeth were baring out, and he could feel the foam coming out of his mouth.

He opened the box, pulled out the dagger, and stabbed where his heart was supposed to be.